My Picture

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In the middle of my notebook
I drew a picture
On a page you'd have to look for to find
And once you found it
It would hide
Blend into the pages
Except for the the eye
The eye you would see in a split second
I'm the picture
You have to look to find me
Once you do I'll hide away
Guard myself
my eyes ruin my disguise
They say all the words I'm too afraid to

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